Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 790 I have no interest in becoming a Celestial Master; I've never even considered it.

"Hehehe, young man, do you think being a Celestial Master is as happy as you imagine? You're wrong."

Zhang Zhiwei laughed upon hearing this, a look of reminiscence on his face, and said in a sentimental tone:

"The position of Celestial Master is the easiest thing to obtain in this world, but it is also the hardest position to hold. So what if you become the Celestial Master and rise above ordinary Taoist priests? You're wrong. Whether you become the Celestial Master or not, you are still under the leadership of the country and subject to its management. If I become the Celestial Master, you can clean the latrines; we are all serving the people!"

Whether Zhang Zhiwei actually cleaned the latrines or not is unknown, but as soon as he said that, everyone in the audience, whether young, middle-aged, or even the elderly, had an expression on their face as if they had eaten excrement.

But Zhang Zhiwei's performance wasn't over yet. He continued, "I have no interest in becoming a Celestial Master. I've never thought about inheriting the position. My happiest time was when I was still a novice Taoist priest on Longhu Mountain, covered in injuries and having lost all my cultivation. I was recuperating in a hospital. I was so happy back then! Hehehe..."

At this point, the crowd below the stage was not only looking horribly disgusted, but if it weren't for the old master's identity and the fact that the lottery results hadn't been announced yet, they would have left immediately.

Who wants to listen to a 100-year-old man like you spouting nonsense?

And yet they pretend to be so pure and refined.

He Songling hadn't expected that Zhang Zhiwei, that old rascal, would steal Master Ma's famous saying two years ahead of time. Although he wasn't present, if even Zhuge Qing could eavesdrop with his super-hearing ears, he certainly could too.

The elderly people who hadn't come along also looked on with strange expressions. Tian Jinzhong whispered to Lu Jin, "Do you think my senior brother subconsciously wanted to imitate He Songling's behavior because he mentioned He Songling today?"

“That’s hard to say. Your senior brother’s nature is just like that, quite wicked. Maybe it’s just that his true nature has been revealed.” Lu Jin naturally chose to defend her senior brother.

Tian Jinzhong retorted, "Old Lu, stop talking nonsense. My senior brother was originally a very good person. Apart from being a bit of a nag, he was only slightly abstract. But ever since he started hanging out with your senior brother, what has become of his humanity!"

"You son of a bitch, Lao Tian, ​​do you want to taste whether my Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique is sharp or not!" Lu Jin's fist transformed into Qi.

"A mere third level of Reverse Rebirth? Who do you think you are? Anyone can achieve Reverse Rebirth!" Tian Jinzhong's fist also transformed into Qi.

"Um, seniors." Seeing that the two old men in front of him were about to fight, while the two old men behind him showed no intention of moving, and even wished that the two of them would start fighting right there, Feng Zhenghao, as a junior, could only chuckle awkwardly. "With so many juniors watching, wouldn't it be inappropriate for the two of you to start fighting?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, today is the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, the day for everyone to compete. Perfect, we old folks can also have a go." At this moment, Lu Jin's two fists had already transformed into Qi.

"Hmph, come on then, do you think I'm afraid of you old codger?" Tian Jinzhong's other fist, although it hadn't been able to transform into Qi like Lu Jin at the third level, was already covered in golden light.

"Tsk." Seeing that things were hopeless, Feng Zhenghao could only step back. "Two seniors, good luck to you."

"Oh!"

"Holy crap!" "Old Lu, Old Tian, ​​are you two fucking crazy?"

Lu Ci and Wang Ai, who were behind, thought Feng Zhenghao was talking about Lu Jin and Tian Jinzhong when they heard his words. However, they did not expect that the next second, the two men's four fists covered with Qi would come towards them.

Although both men managed to block two fists in their haste, the difference in their strength immediately became apparent.

Tian Jinzhong had learned the rudiments of partial reversal of life from He Songling years ago. Later, while searching for Zhang Huaiyi, he was surrounded, captured, and had his hands, feet, and meridians severed. Only then did Tian Jinzhong realize why, for over a decade, He Songling had consistently praised him as a promising candidate for reversal of life and had been teaching him this method of partial reversal of life.

Considering He Songling's extraordinary magical abilities, he probably foresaw this calamity that would befall him today.

Tian Jinzhong's strength was relatively weak. Even if he used all his strength at that time, he could not surpass Si Chong in the original work. Being able to regenerate one or two severed limbs was already the limit.

But He Songling was targeting that kind of situation. He taught him a method that allowed him to compress and retain his Qi. With a little knowledge of anatomy and limb replantation, Tian Jinzhong was able to regenerate his limbs and survive for two days without needing to reattach them.

At that time, Tian Jinzhong completely concealed the Qi of the Celestial Master's Mansion within him, compressing it into a localized reverse-generation. Although he was a latecomer to the reverse-generation path, he had been taught the Golden Light Mantra since childhood. The golden light that could change at will had already been integrated into his localized reverse-generation, turning into gold.

At that time, the enemy only thought that he had used the Golden Light Spell. After the golden light was cut off, it went out, so he assumed that the Qi was completely exhausted and did not check again. Except for lunatics like He Songling, no normal person would use Qi to check whether the limbs were really broken after he had clearly cut off the enemy's limbs with his own hands and watched them fall to the ground.

Thus, Tian Jinzhong truly escaped death. When Zhang Zhiwei found him, his severed limbs had been reattached, and the two returned to Longhu Mountain in good health. Of course, the secret had to be kept; for the past seventy years, Tian Jinzhong had also practiced meditation for seventy years without ever sleeping.

Thanks to He Songling's teachings and innovative techniques, and by practicing at least six or seven hours more than others every day, Tian Jinzhong, who was originally just a qualified disciple, made rapid progress and surpassed many of his peers.

After receiving the Thunder Technique, he became at least stronger than Wang Ai.

In particular, Wang Ai's secret painting required him to demonstrate his skill. In this hasty confrontation, he did not have time to take out his brush to paint, and it was even less likely that he would tear open the scroll he was carrying to resolve the predicament for such a small conflict. His chubby face was covered in sweat, making him look extremely disheveled.

Needless to say, Lu Jin was even less of a threat. Although Lü Ci had once been a disciple of He Songling and had studied under him for a period of time, He Songling was only at the second level at that time, and Lü Ci had learned more about gunfighting techniques, which did not significantly enhance his strength.

Later, in the battle of the Heavenly Cave, he witnessed the power of He Songling at the fourth level. He also joined the army and became a veteran of many battles. His strength was much greater than that of the character in the original novel, at least reaching the level of Zuo Ruotong at the second level.

The question is, is Lu Jin at the third level, or at the late stage of the third level?

Although it was only two fists imbued with Qi, it still forced Lü Ci to retreat step by step.

"Ahem, you two, that's enough. Why are you so energetic today, playing martial arts in front of so many juniors?" It wasn't until some time later that the old master coughed lightly.

(End of this chapter)